| So here it is Fuck it Friends or no friends i had enough bullshit
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| To last me clear to the ends of my term
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| I hate worms
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| So i’ma bring in the fish
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| And induce my backhand
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| To refrain from my fist
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| Yeah i wish that i change
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| Then i could shed all the (main)
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| You trippin’on my ego
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| But all my shit is sustained
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| Order order
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| I cross the border for a spot in the sun
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| I’m so down with myself
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| Bitch i could chill as a bum ho hum
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| Drum
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| I’m so burnt that i’m beat
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| I got my fears on my nerves
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| And the crowd on my feet
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| The only one who has my (back) is me In reality, see
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| I’m constantly fightin heavy
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| When we journey through the sea
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| Oui oui monsieur
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| I’m true to the game
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| I believe my friends you (slip) me I might have the ego but you’ll tell me who’re trippin'
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| I know
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| And it shows
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| I can look at your nose
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| And just tell that you’re effected by the e-g-o
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| On the downlow
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| I woke up in the mornin’to a girl who’s butt’s soft
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| Gotta brush my teeth
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| Clean my nuts off
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| Put on the gear that i’ma wear throughout my day
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| But before i take a shower i ain’t ashamed to say
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| When i think of the night before, and the heat of passion
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| Your big brown booty
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| My mind starts flashin'
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| I’m lookin’in the mirror with my cock on rock
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| Should i pursue to do you
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| Or just stroke my knot
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| While my girl is asleep
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| I’m caught in a jam
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| Went to the bathroom
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| With cocoa-butter in my hand
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| Closed the door behind me Locked it very tight
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| Thinkin’of all the naughty things we did last night
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| Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
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| And let the hand i hold the mike with
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| Take control
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| Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
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| I’m thinkin’about the crazy ways you made me feel
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| As my thoughts get deeper
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| And a little more intense
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| If you don’t know what comes next
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| Well you’re just too dense
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| On the downlow
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| [man you pharcyde y’know what i’m sayin dude, this is it Man damn, tre]
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| He’s chasin’me
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| Scrapin’my knee on the cement
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| Is what i did
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| What dug
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| Look under the rug
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| And i got it Hit him in the heart with my (night struck a) slug
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| But no This nigga had to go Peep this
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| I was asleep
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| He climbed in my window
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| Grabbed me around the neck
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| Said scream and you’re dead
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| I thought it was the devil
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| 'cause his face was glowin’red
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| He was a brother
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| But this brother had the devil in his eye
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| He was out to get i-m-a-n-i
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| First i (took) my trigger finger with a wiggle
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| The devil jumps into my eyes and then i giggle
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| In the back of my head
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| You know imani feels no shame
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| I’ve got my nine i said
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| With my millimeter go bang
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| I got him
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| He’s crippled so he crawls across the floor
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| He’s bleeding everywhere and now he’s reachin’for the door
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| Bang bang bang
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| Yep i got 'im again
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| His story’s soundin’sad
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| Like the movie ben
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| But um Anyway i’m just protectin’my shit
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| 'cause if it wasn’t me he’s killin'
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| Then my moms mighta got it It’s on the downlow
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| Don’t tell nobody i killed him all right?
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| On the downlow
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| On the downlow
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| On the downlow
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| 'cause you should know
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| Flip fly caught you soarin sky high
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| But a Fly slip wash you up fly drip my Eyes cry
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| Tears fear
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| A baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero
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| Zero from zero leaves nothin'
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| Now ain’t that somethin'?
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| And all this time you been wantin’somethin'
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| For nothin'
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| The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
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| The homeys kick the (fact) 'cause its wack to let you fall
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| (why doesn’t what) you’re rollin in the 'hood
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| So niggas that don’t wantcha
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| And you’re fucked
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| Crazy fucked
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| Like the slut heather hunter
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| (with me) the one that punches shit
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| I know you’ll get the pick
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| With the cars and the girls
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| And the ego and the loot chief
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| I’ll make this brief
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| I’d be lyin through my teeth
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| If i told you you was dope
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| And your benefits was reaped
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| From my ego
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| Those (libro) kids are creepin’with the steel
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| And you’re cappin'
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| 'bout this rappin'
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| And they’re cavin’in the grille
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| On the downlow
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| On the downlow
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| On the downlow
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| 'cause you should know
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| 'bout the downlow
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| On the downlow
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| On the downlow
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| 'cause you should know |